"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

Maktub-Al-Hayat: Destined by Fate 𝘼𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙖 أنت أجمل مصير _ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ

A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap